“Bloody Hell, Hermione,” Ron squeaked out, “I can’t hold it back. Harry watched too, his mouth full of Ginny’s breast, as Ron carefully applied copious amounts of chocolate to both breasts before zigzagging downward across Hermione’s tummy. And the best part of it all was that this was only Friday night; with the rest of the weekend still ahead. Hermione giggled around his cock, knowing she was having an effect on him, and she slid her mouth up, pausing at the head to working it with her tongue as she sucked on him like she was trying to pull ice cream through a straw. Ginny flushed a bit when she looked at his face, which glistened from nose to chin and nearly from ear to ear with her juices. He growled low in his throat, hoping to make encouraging sounds that would inspire her to keep going.
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